I have suffered from anxiety disorder since childhood (due to events I will explain down the road in different posts). In fact I am feeling another panic attack boiling up as I write this post (had one earlier strong enough to make me call off of work today). I take Paxil to help to control the attacks to an extent. I still have them even on Paxil, but as I found out the hard way recently, it is better to deal with them on Paxil rather than dealing with them while in the depths of Paxil withdrawal (not intentionally mind you, due to the IRS stimulus payment being mailed as a paper check rather than direct depositing it, I couldn't afford it for awhile) which was like being in my own personal hell and the only thing keeping me from being locked up in a mental institution or worse, suicide, was thinking of my family and what they went through when my younger brother attempted suicide, thinking of my Filipino friends and how much love care they have shown me despite having never met once in person, especially my online Filipina girlfriend, and of course my real life friends no matter how antisocial I may seem towards them, I do appreciate them deep down, it is just hard for me to show it a lot of times. It is a battle I have not given up fighting yet and I hope to one day be able to control it without the need for chemical assistance, but one step at a time I guess.